The Freedom Of A Bicycle

The Freedom Of A Bicycle My mother once said to me, looking back on it all, I guess we were poor. I never felt that way though, she said. I thought then that neither did I. A second hand bike when I was nine years old didn’t mean poor to me. When my father, and…More

A HISTORY Mine

In 1975 the CIA and probably the military began spying on me after going to the Soviet Union with my husband, a couple of priests and four high school students as a school project. I paid my own way in case anyone inquires – by selling our bedroom set we bought after we were married…More